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A marriage of mercy, of friendship, of mutual benefit, but never one of love…
Viola Fox
Marriage is a given for ladies in my position.
We are trained to become wives and mothers, to be a vital cog in a gentleman’s need to produce an heir.
But what if there are no suitors? What if every time a gentleman shows any sort of interest, someone is there to stop them?
Time has passed and I am still unmarried, still unable to inherit my father’s estate, unless…
Unless I wed a monster who has haunted me since childhood. If I am forced into such a union, I know what I must do, know what I would rather do.
No one can save me from that fate now…can they?
Frederick Brown
Look at him, Victoria, look at how wonderful our son is!
Ah, yes, years of conversing with my late wife whom I lost only after eighteen months of marriage. I suppose heartbreak does that to a man. As does taking a vow to never lie with another woman again. Tending to our son whilst having these mental conversations with her is enough…isn’t it?
It was enough. But then I ran into an acquaintance from my past, a meddlesome friend who is intent on saving a beautiful young lady from a terrible fate, but only with my help.
Mercy, she calls it; scheming would be more apt.
But mercy I can offer; mercy I can live with. What I cannot allow is for either one of us to fall in love.
A simple feat, no?
Genre: Historical
Viola Fox
Marriage is a given for ladies in my position.
We are trained to become wives and mothers, to be a vital cog in a gentleman’s need to produce an heir.
But what if there are no suitors? What if every time a gentleman shows any sort of interest, someone is there to stop them?
Time has passed and I am still unmarried, still unable to inherit my father’s estate, unless…
Unless I wed a monster who has haunted me since childhood. If I am forced into such a union, I know what I must do, know what I would rather do.
No one can save me from that fate now…can they?
Frederick Brown
Look at him, Victoria, look at how wonderful our son is!
Ah, yes, years of conversing with my late wife whom I lost only after eighteen months of marriage. I suppose heartbreak does that to a man. As does taking a vow to never lie with another woman again. Tending to our son whilst having these mental conversations with her is enough…isn’t it?
It was enough. But then I ran into an acquaintance from my past, a meddlesome friend who is intent on saving a beautiful young lady from a terrible fate, but only with my help.
Mercy, she calls it; scheming would be more apt.
But mercy I can offer; mercy I can live with. What I cannot allow is for either one of us to fall in love.
A simple feat, no?
Genre: Historical
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